“But I’m not depressed,” I say. “You think you deserve to be sad,” he says. There is a moment of silence as we look at each other. “You think it is okay for you to be sad every day. But it is not okay. And you do not deserve it.” I look down at the floor, even though I know he has already seen the tears stinging my eyes. “It is not shameful,” he says. “It is okay.”
